Lament to the Desert
Father time will stop for no one
Yet for you he will slow to a crawl
And I approach timidly requesting solitude
The embrace of a tender wall
As the deer panteth for the streams
So I do for red wine
But it slips and slides through my fingers
And in its reflection I see my decline
Though you hold no one’s soul forever
Won’t you grasp mine for awhile
Four more days of your purgatory
Before with life I reconcile
As the deer panteth for the streams
So I do for poison rich and fine
But it leaves me gasping for my air
And in its destruction I glimpse mine
Is it wrong for the fawn to take refuge in the glen?
And am I at fault for my circumstance or how I was led then?
And when the illusion it did break, did you know our Lord did grin saying
“Child why would I grant to you what was pursued in sin”
As the deer panteth for the streams
So I do for idolatry undivine
But it crumbles upon my touch
And all that’s left to do is pine
As I kick your silver dust to watch it fly away
And gaze your endless horizon cradling both the night and the day
I ponder the life ahead
Asking once more if I may stay
As the deer panteth for the streams
So I do for compassion, that of thine
But the time nears when I must leave you
And wonder at the result of my malign
As the deer panteth, so I do
As the deer panteth, so is how I will miss you
